#mand'alor din djarin

[stealingpotatoes]

it's what she would've wanted

(support me on kofi! // comms)

#dinluke #skydalorian #satine kryze #din djarin #luke skywalker #star wars #the mandalorian #obitine #my doods #force ghosts #mand'alor din djarin

[manofbeskar]

He comes home today

#din djarin #the mandalorian #star wars #my art #mand'alor din djarin

[beskarfrog]

Okay, so we all agree that Luke having to marry Mand’alor Din for political reasons is a quality au. What if Luke accidentally gets politically engaged to some other planetary leader instead?

Let’s say that perhaps his connection to Leia automatically made him a candidate for diplomatic marriage, especially after Leia and Han get married. Maybe it was a major clause in the funding for his Jedi school, but Luke didn’t really think they’d ever actually marry him off. For the sake of the au, let’s also disregard bits of TBOBF and Mando S3. 

Luke’s been building his school on Ossus, Grogu is enjoying Jedi training, and there are a couple other students. And perhaps, Din actually becomes Mand’alor and retakes Mandalorian space. Maybe he visits the Jedi school pretty often to see his son and get away from politics.

Luke can really sympathize with having the weight of the universe and a glowing sword tossed at you with no warning. So maybe he and Din become friends after a while and maybe that friendship becomes something different. There start being blushes when someone gets pinned in a spar, falling asleep together on the couch after dinner, running around after the younglings constantly. Din visits as often as he can and has about made up his mind to just ask Luke if he would consider moving the Jedi school to Concordia so they’d at least be in the same star system most days, if not on the same planet.

That's when Luke gets an urgent holocall from Leia, informing him that he’s just been engaged to some bigwig princess as part of a treaty with a rich planet the New Republic has been courting. Luke is absolutely panicking to Din, going on about how the terms of the treaty basically forbid him from keeping his school. He’s looked at his funding agreement with the New Republic and he can’t get out of it without losing money unless he’s already married to someone.

And then Din thinks of the most beautiful solution to both of their problems. Everyone else thinks that they’re already a couple, as much as Din has denied it. Bo-Katan has been harassing him for months about spending so much time off-world to go see his little family. Mandalore could really use a trade agreement with the New Republic.

The next logical step is, of course, for Din to propose in the middle of Luke’s kitchen while his Jedi friend is struggling not to go into a dark spiral about losing his school funding. It's simple, really. They just have to get married right that moment, which would fix the school funding issue. Luke moves the school to the Mandalore system so Din can see him and the kids all the time without giving Bo-Katan a new gray streak. And Mandalore probably gets a trade agreement out of it. What’s not to like?

Luke is so stunned he accidentally pours the calming tea he was making directly onto the kitchen floor.

#dinluke #the mandalorian #text post #au #mand'alor din djarin #listen i love the aus where they meet for the first time already engaged #but think how funny this would be #din thinks the best form of flirting is showing how practical and good at problem solving you can be #he is an acts of service kind of guy #luke on the other hand has a major crush on din and up until that moment was pretty sure din was just tolerating him for grogu's sake

[doodle-list]

✨ Manifesting for season 3 ✨

#my art #the mandalorian #star wars #mando #din djarin #mand'alor din djarin #bo katan kryze #darksaber #the darksaber #the mandalorian season 3 #the book of boba fett #yes I took the mando designs from the trailer #im too lazy to think of designs #hope this doesn't age like milk lol

[truly-neutral-art]

DinLuke week day 1 - Mand'alor & Alo'riduur

Uhhh here we go I guess, my first art post ever on Tumblr and it's DinLuke. I almost never draw fan art but thanks to DinLuke week I've now drawn several pieces for these two. I love them. I couldn't help it even if I wanted to.

On another note, I really liked doing the lighting for this! I also got to draw Luke in Padmé inspired fit which is one of my favorite things. Luke is a fashion icon and he must follow in the footsteps of his amazing mother.

Slight close up to get those details I worked way too hard on. As a note, the pattern on Luke's outer robe was hand drawn because all the pattern brushes I found didn't look quite right. So yeah.

#dinluke #din djarin #luke skywalker #fanart #star wars #star wars fan art #dinluke fanart #art #dinluke week 2023 #mand'alor din djarin #alo'riduur luke skywalker #the mandalorian

[bestbountyhunterinspace]

Din: Goodnight moon

Din: Goodnight tree

Din: Goodnight ghosts only I can see

Jaster, Tarre and all the Mand'alors of old: Goodnight Din :D

#darksaber is haunted bet #its like having an angel and devil on your shoulder except din mostly asks jasters help with parenting #star wars #the mandalorian #mandalorian #mand'alor din djarin #din djarin #jaster mereel #tarre vizsla #darksaber

[headcanonthings]

Din, introducing himself to the Senate: Hello, I’m Din Djarin, the new Mand’alor

Luke: Speech!

Din: That was my speech.

Luke, smiling with heart eyes: Short and sweet.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect star wars quotes #incorrect mandalorian quotes #Star Wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #luke sykwalker #dinluke #mand'alor din djarin

[bvkim]

The mand'alor&The prince of Naboo

Dinluke au inspired @usagi-peachs art!!🎨

#dinluke #dinluke fanart #din djarin x luke skywalker #din x luke #mand'alor din djarin #princeofnabooluke #dance #fanart #bvkim

[corazondebeskar-reads]

Kinktober Day 23 - Breeding/Fancy Dress (Din Djarin)

mhi ba'juri verde

Mand'alor!Din Djarin x f!reader

Word Count: 1k

Summary: After Din is crowned Mand'alor, you make good on your promise to fulfill the rest of your vows.

Warnings: Breeding, p in v unprotected, gratuitous sappiness, throne sex, mando'a, this is basically what it says on the tin. I mostly wanted an excuse to think about what a Mandalorian gown would look like.

inspired by the Kinktober 2023 prompt list by @absurdthirst.

also on ao3

When his guards have cleared everyone out of the throne room, Din remains seated. His elbows rest on his thigh guards, and his helmet rests in his gloved hands.

You climb the steps and kneel before your Mand’alor.

He looks up and groans. “Not you, too.”

“Can you blame me, Mand’alor?” you give him a sly smile. “I’ve been on my knees for you for far longer than anyone.”

He’s exhausted. The decorum and theatricalities... he understands. Manda’yaim is returning to strength, and putting on a formal ceremony for the first Mandalorian on the throne in far too long was a smart political play.

He hates that he has to think about smart political plays.

But he looks down at you, in a truly impressive display of craftsmanship, and thinks there are some perks.

You smooth out the skirts of the gown, which is woven in and around your armor. It’s the green of your hal’cabur and the silver of his, with embroidery like liquid beskar. Some of the layers of fabric are actually coated in near-molten beskar and hardened into plates. It’s draped in thin beskar chains. No expense spared—though the decorative pieces will be remelted and used for foundlings, as is The Way.

“You look radiant,” he says. “Let me see you, cyare.”

You lift off your helmet. No one will be able to enter the throne room, not with it sealed and the guards posted outside.

Din takes his off as well and leans back on the throne. “Come here,” he says.

You climb the stairs and go to kneel at his feet, but he tugs you into his lap. “I don’t think I’m allowed on the throne,” you say.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to defy your Mand’alor, either.”

You laugh, and he exaggerates a pout.

“Are you laughing at your king?”

“Oh, no, ner Mand’alor, I would never.”

At the affected simper in your voice, he grins. It’s contagious, and you grin back before it fades into a fond smile.

“You looked so strong and sure up there,” you say, straightening the fur-trimmed cloak on his shoulders. “Someone the people can place their trust in.”

“Don’t,” he says softly. He’s heard it all from you before, and while he’s inclined to believe you, as he would trust your opinion above all others, he’s still uncertain about his suitedness for the role.

“Din,” you murmur, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “There’s no one I’d pledge myself to other than you. Not Bo, not Paz, not anyone. But my offer to run away with you still stands.”

He smiles. You both know neither would run away from duty, but he appreciates the sentiment.

“Should we attend this great celebration in your honor? Stop Fett from giving the kid too many sweets?”

“Mmm, just a moment. I’d like to do something else first.”

You narrow your eyes. “You know I’m fully armored under the dress, right? They did not build an easy access panel for you.”

“Well, then, they’ll be dismissed.”

You roll your eyes.

“Please, cyare?”

Your protests die as soon as he's spoken. His beautiful brown eyes look up at you with love and desire. But you make a show of groaning and getting up, tediously removing your dress, holsters, girth belt, and all the panels of your armor so you can open your flightsuit and step out, completely bare.

“No access panel, but I saved you the trouble of undergarments,” you said. “You’re going to help me put that all back on quickly when you’re done, right?”

He was leaning forward, an elbow on his knee, and chin rested on a fist. The smirk on his face told you he had enjoyed watching you perfunctorily strip down. When he finished looking you over, he leaned back again and extended an arm.

You took his hand and slid back over his thighs. “This seems unfair,” you say, originally intending to tease but then feeling it genuinely when you settled on the cold beskar.

“Just this morning, you were telling me how I get to ‘spoil myself’ now that I’m Mand’alor? I’m just taking your advice.” He reaches down and pulls his cock out.

You lean back a little, sulking that he didn't have to strip naked in a frigid room also. “Okay, but really, how is that fair?”

He rubs the head of his cock over your clit until you whine, and then pulls you down onto it. You gasp, unprepared for the stretch of him.

“Still worried about if it’s fair?”

You shake your head and moan as he helps you bounce with his hands on your hips.

“Hey,” you say breathlessly between kissing and nipping at his neck, soaking up all the noises he made. “You remember when I said I wanted to wait until all this was settled?”

His hips stutter, and he freezes. “Don’t tease, cyare.”

“I’m not, ner riduur. It's as settled as it will ever be. We have a lot to do for Manda’yaim, but it feels like the right time.”

His stare is intense, pupils blown dark, and he tightens his grip on your hips. “You’re sure?”

You lean in to kiss him. “Positive.”

He pulls you in, arms tight around your back, licking into your mouth with ferocity. He sets a rough pace, leaving you to cling on with your arms around his neck while he fucks up into your wet cunt. The sound echoes in the chamber, but it won’t occur to either of you that the guards could probably hear until much later.

“Last chance, cyare. You’re going to let me put a baby in you? You want more ad?”

“Please,” you cry, grinding down to hunt down your own release.

He’s never spilled inside you before, the two of you too careful, too aware of the danger around you. But Manda’yaim is stabilizing, her people returning. And though you both love Grogu, you’ve always known there was room in your heart for more children.

You cum when he fills you, the warmth and pulse of his cock intoxicating. You’re not sure how you’ll ever go back to a different way.

He whines when you stand up. “It’s not going to take if you let it drip down your thigh.”

“Guess you’ll have to try again later.”

He does, in fact, help you redress (though his wandering hands take much longer than if you had done it yourself).

Mando'a Translations (in order of appearance):

mhi ba'juri verde - we raise warriors Mand'alor - the ruler of the Mandalorians Manda'yaim - the planet Mandalore Hal'cabur - chest plate of Mandalorian armor Cyare - beloved ner - my (ex., ner Mand'alor is my Mand'alor/my King) riduur - spouse ad - children

#din djarin x reader #mando x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x f!reader #mand'alor din djarin #tbh I'm not happy with this #it was more like a writing exercise than an actual story #but here we are #kinktober 2023

[stealingpotatoes]

luke's absolutely got a habit of leaving out details that literally anyone else would think are really important

(commission info // kofi support!)

#luke skywalker #leia organa #dinluke #star wars #princess leia #my doods #space twins #Skywalker twins #skydalorian #mand'alor din djarin #comic

[manofbeskar]

Reposting some season 3 art I made months ago to celebrate the return of The Mandalorian!

#my art #the mandalorian #star wars #din djarin #cobb vanth #moff gideon #the armourer #bo-katan kryze #mand'alor din djarin #star wars fanart

[omgspacecowboys]

leia going to mandalore on a diplomatic trip and discovering Luke is the mand'alor's consort

#star wars #the mandalorian #fanfic #din djarin #mandalorian #fanfiction #fanfic prompt #luke sykwalker #dinluke #leia organa #mand'alor din djarin

[gabrielislovegabrielislife]

I just know mando x reader fic writers are CRYING that his family name is Din and his individual name is Djarin (including me)

#the mandalorian #it's mando hours #the mandolarian #mando spoilers #mando s3 #mando season 3 #mando #the mandalorian memes #the mandalorian spoilers #star wars the mandalorian #mandalorian #mandalorian x reader #din and grogu #din djarin and his son grogu #din grogu #mand'alor din djarin #din djarin #din djarin and grogu #grogu djarin

[wonderlandsakura]

Hi.

So I just started watching Mando season 3 and I was reading up on Mando lore stuff in the break and now my brain is highlighting all that fun symbolism stuff, so I thought I would chat about it cause ranting to my friends was clearly not enough

(btw this is about the 3 factions of the Mando Civil War)

Anyway:

The fact that Din knows, and is sort of respected by, arguably, the last remaining members (and thus heads) of the clans that headed the 3 factions, the Vizslas (Paz), the Kryzes (Bo-Katan) and the Fetts of House Mereel (Boba), which were the leaders of the Death Watch, New Mandalorians and Haat Mandalorians respectively, is greatly amusing, especially since he's being set up to be the very unwilling and accidental Mand'alor, cause it means he's also technically gained the trust and respect of all 3 factions.

(AND technically also united them, since they've all protected Grogu, which doesn't have to count, but it would mean, symbolically, that he has already united Mandalore, from when the 3 factions were separated. Not that he couldn't actually get them all to work together, since he could totally call all these dudes (since he's had his dip) and they would very likely come help him, no questions asked)

And so, not only has our soft, silly little Mand'alor accidentally earned his title via conquest, he has also earned it by technically uniting the 3 factions, also accidentally, of course, so he's accidentally become even more qualified for his unwanted position. (+ a certain spoilery occurance, that honestly just makes him even more overqualified)

It's really the sword that chooses it's master isn't it.

Din definitely didn't choose the Mand'alor life, but boy, is it screaming crying throwing up choosing him.

#we love our accidentally overqualified Mand'alor the Reluctant #mand'alor din djarin #the mandalorian #din dijarn #Mandalorian Civil War #haat mandalorians #haat #new mandalorians #death watch #tor vizsla #pre vizsla #paz viszla #the children of the watch #jaster mereel #jango fett #boba fett #adonai kryze #satine kryze #duchess satine #bo katan kryze #i think im going to do another post but of symbolism of season 3 so spoilers #i'll probably do a bunch over the next few weeks while i watch #i watch it on tues/thurs/sat i think but idk

[spectorgram]

reunion

din djarin x gn! reader summary: you take a trip to mandalore and surprise an old friend who has been busy rebuilding an empire. notes: spoilers for season 2 of The Mandalorian, set after season 2 word count: 4.0k

The Imperial City was always busy; there was never any lull or stop, even when night fell, a stark contrast to most of the places you had been to in the galaxy with the Mandalorian — Din, as he eventually told you to call him — and with the green Child, who you found was named Grogu. 

Parting with Grogu had been one of the hardest things you had to do, but parting with Din had been even worse. Both of you were so torn up by the loss of him, and though you had wanted to stick together, without him, your goals and ambitions didn’t seem to line up anymore. Din was headed for Mandalore, Darksaber in hand, to rebuild his homeland, and you wanted to settle down in a stable place, tired of constantly running and gunning. 

Your goodbye with Din was bittersweet. You cried as you hugged him for the last time, his grip tighter than you had ever felt before. You both knew there were words unspoken, one that couldn’t be said aloud yet. 

You ached for the Mandalorian constantly during the first few months of your separation. They say that time heals all wounds, which you supposed was somewhat true as that yearning dulled little by little, but it never went away. 

You were lucky to have met Auguron when you did. You had only been on Coruscant for a few days, looking for a job while your lovely landlady, an elderly cyborg named Aliva, allowed you to stay in your apartment for free until you found a steady source of income. 

You had been staring at the notice board at the center of town, all kinds of job posting projected on the screen. Auguron had been pushing through the crowd to post up his own, and you inquired immediately. One preliminary interview later, and you were working at Leetgil Clayware with Mr. Leetgil and Auguron. It took you back to when you and your father would make pots and mugs together on Alderaan before… everything happened. 

“Here’s your order, Shankia,” you said, placing a crate filled with pink-glazed vases. “How’s your husband’s knee doing?”

“Oh, it’s getting better every day,” she sighed, taking the crate from your hands and handing you the credits. “Thanks so much for asking, and for the beautiful pottery. Then again, there’s no surprise there.”

“It’s my pleasure,” you replied with a small laugh. “Let us know if there’s anything we can do for you.”

“I will, I will. Have a nice day!”

“You too!”

Auguron popped out from the backroom, hands and apron smeared with white clay. “Was that Shankia?” When you nodded, he asked, “Dolwaji’s knee doing better?”

“I think so.”

“That’s good.” 

You picked up your datapad, checking off the completion of Shankia’s order. It was the last order of the day, so you packed your things up and bid farewell to Auguron and Mr. Leetgil. “We’re still on for sabacc on Saturday, right?” Auguron called after you. 

“Of course! Who else is going to kick your ass?”

“Rude!” cried Auguron, and you laughed, waving goodbye one last time. Your apartment was only a stop away on the train, and you were climbing the stairs of your walkup before you knew it. 

You flopped down inelegantly on your couch, staring up at the ceiling. Being on your feet all day really tuckered you out, and you wondered how you had done all that moving around when you were with Din and Grogu. You supposed that with the two of them always there to distract you in some way, you didn’t really have time to be exhausted. 

You were about to stand to make yourself some dinner when a message came through on your datapad from Mr. Leetgil, addressed to you and Auguron. 

Mr. Leetgil: Exciting request!!! There’s been an order for twenty of our finest dishes, bowls, and cups for the upcoming state dinner on Mandalore. I can get the pieces ready if the two of you are willing to fly out to Mandalore to hand deliver them! All expenses are paid for!

You only had a moment to appreciate Mr. Leetgil’s abundant usage of exclamation marks before you felt your heart pound against your ribcage. 

Mandalore, where Din was. Where Din was the ruler, the Mand’alor. 

Your stomach bottomed out, and you couldn’t tell if it was anxiety or excitement. You didn’t know what you really had to be anxious about, other than seeing Din after so long. You two had tried to stay in touch but it quickly faded out as you both prioritized your duties. You briefly wondered if he had known you worked at the clayware shop, but quickly put the thought out of your mind. There wouldn’t be anyway for him to know, and Leetgil Clayware was pretty well-known for its high-quality productions. 

You exhaled heavily before replying to the message. i’m game for it. guess we’ll have to cancel saturday sabacc

Auguron: What a shame! Rescheduled for when we get back

Mr. Leetgil: Excellent!! I’ll have everything ready in two days, so you’ll head off as soon as they’re completed!!!

You shook your head fondly at the messages, trying to ignore the butterflies swirling around inside you. 

Auguron must have sensed the nervous energy thruming through your veins as you strapped into the pilot seat because he asked, “Are you sure you’re okay flying this thing? We could always just hire a pilot.”

“No, I’m okay with flying… it’s actually arriving in Mandalore that I’m worried about.”

He gave you a curious look. “Why?”

“It’s kind of a long story.”

“Well, lucky for us,” he said, securing the crates full of pottery once more and buckling himself into the passenger seat, “we’ve got some time.”

You told Auguron about Din (you called him “Mando” for privacy’s sake) and about Grogu, about your adventures in bounty hunting and babysitting, and about your embarrassingly large crush on the Mandalorian. Auguron nodded along, offering little interjections when appropriate, but otherwise just listening and absorbing the information. 

“So we parted ways, he made his way to Mandalore and I went, as you know, to Coruscant.”

“And then you met me, your best friend in the whole wide world.” Auguron offered you a bright grin, and you returned it with a playful glare. He said, “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think you need to be that nervous about seeing him. If your connection is as strong as you made it sound, he should be pretty happy to see you.”

“It’s not so much that I’m worried he won’t want to see me or be happy about it,” you explained. “It’s… more like just not seeing someone you spent so much time with before can be awkward, at best.”

He waved you off. “My point still stands. You’ll probably fall into a rhythm quickly again.” 

“Yeah…” you trailed off, gnawing on your bottom lip. You told Auguron to brace himself as you made the jump to hyperdrive, flying through space and time at the speed of light. Now in the Outer Rim, you steered the ship towards Mandalore. Entering the planet’s atmosphere, you saw dozens and dozens of bio-domes where Mandalorians cities were created to make such an inhospitable planet liveable. You guessed that the largest one, the one that seemed to be the core of the domes, was where you’d find Sundari, the capital city.

As your ship approached, the transmission crackled to life. “State your business for entering Mandalore.”

Auguron answered, “We’re here to deliver the clay dinnerware for the state dinner tomorrow.”

“Send your transponder signal.”

As you did so, Auguron leaned over to you and muttered, “Not very warm and fuzzy, are they?”

“They’re not exactly known for that from my experience.”

He snorted but said nothing as you were cleared for entrance. One of the doors to the dorm opened up, and you carefully maneuvered the ship into the port. You and Auguron gathered the crates and disembarked. There was a Mandalorian with brown armor who greeted you at the bottom. 

She regarded you carefully and glanced down at your crates. You had taken Mr. Leetgil’s advice and put them in transparent containers so that they wouldn’t be subjected to searches and jostled around so much that they could break. She said, “I will take you to the Royal Palace. Follow me.”

She didn’t wait for either of you to reply as she turned sharply and forged forward. 

Your heartbeat grew quicker and quicker as the palace came into view. Din flashed through your mind. Would he be happy to see you? Shocked? Disappointed?

“Hey,” Auguron snapped you from your reverie with a small, comforting smile. “It’s going to be okay.”

The brown-armored Mandalorian brought you to the gate, where two Mandalorians stood guard. The brown-armored one gave you one last terse nod and left, leaving you with the guards. Time with Din helped you recognize when Mandalorians were sizing you from behind their impassive helms. “What business have you at the palace?” the one on the right asked. She was decked out in purple armor, while her fellow guardsman was in a deep red. 

“We come bearing the clayware that was requested for the state dinner,” you replied, trying your best to give off confidence when inside, you were sure your heart was beating at an unhealthy speed. You emphasized your point by motioning to the container in hand. Their helmets moved downwards to look at the contents. 

“Come,” said the red-armored one, and you two trailed behind him to the Sundari Royal Palace. You walked through the plaza and you could almost see the phantoms of the thousands of Mandalorians who had gathered here before. You knew that the Mandalorian population had been greatly crippled by the Great Purge, but it seemed that their numbers were steadily beginning to rise again, presumably thanks to Din. 

The red Mandalorian handed you off to another Mandalorian — this one was decked in green armor — and they led you down the halls of the palace to the Great Salon, which functioned as the throne room and council chamber, as the green Mandalorian told you. “Mand’alor,” they said as the three of you entered. Din sat on the throne, flanked by two more Mandalorian guards and there were several council members present. It seemed that they were in the middle of a meeting.

The green Mandalorian bowed low and you and Auguron copied their movements as best you could with crates in hand. “The potters have arrived and they brought you the requested clayware.”

“You… don’t have to do all those formalities.” Your heart fluttered — it was the first time you had heard Din’s voice in over a year, and despite his enormously important and dignified position, he still sounded like the Din you knew, your Din Djarin. 

When you and Auguron rose up, you watched Din freeze. It was barely noticeable, almost imperceptible, but you saw the way Din’s shoulders tensed and your stomach turned. What was he thinking? Did he even recognize you?

Then, in a quiet voice tinged with something akin to awe, he said your name. And all those present in the room turned to stare at you. 

“Hi, Din,” you replied just as quietly.

One of the council members, outfitted in a pale red armor, bristled. “You will not address the Mand’alor so casually—”

Din held his hand up and she immediately stopped talking. He stood slowly and each step he took towards you felt purposefully, almost like he was savoring the moment. He reached you and gingerly took the box from your hands, placing it on the ground beside him. He stood mere inches away, and you two just stared at each other. “Cyar’ika,” he said softly, and poorly-concealed whispers (how well could you whisper in those helmets?) broke out through the room. 

“Hi,” you repeated. Your hands trembled at your side and next to you, Auguron shifted the crate into one hand and gently wrapped his free one around yours, steadying you. 

Din’s helmet snapped to the movement and it was like he was seeing Auguron for the first time. He cocked his head, sizing him, dissecting him like you had seen him do with countless quarries. To Auguron’s credit, he didn’t shrink under Din’s intense gaze. He even straightened out a little and offered his hand, introducing himself. 

“The audacity,” huffed the same pale red Mandalorian who had tried to scold you, but Din didn’t intervene this time. His helmet swiveled between you and Auguron, and then down to the hand that Auguron was holding. 

“Can I see the dinnerware?” And just like that, the spell was broken. Auguron let go of your hand and Din stepped away from you, the warmth that radiated off him through the beskar disappeared. You couldn’t deny that your heart sank a little at the loss. As Auguron took the lid of his, you crouched and did the same with yours, rising up and presenting the contents to Din. 

He nodded as Auguron went on about what kind of clay they were made of, the strength that all your wares boasted, how the glaze colors were picked out. As Din just nodded, not offering any input other than that, it made you question how much he actually knew about pottery. Din had a wide range of knowledge on many different topics, but you doubted pottery and clayware were two of them — at least, it never came up in conversation when you two were together. Traveling together, that is. 

“These will do well at the dinner,” he finally announced. Two Mandalorians came up and took the crates from you, and a silence settled in the room. Din glanced at you again and you shifted on your feet. 

“Shall I escort them back, Mand’alor?” asked the green-armored Mandalorian who had brought you in. 

Din paused for a moment and shook his head. “No, I—” He was staring straight at you, “I would like to extend an invitation to the state dinner.”  Then, in an afterthought, he looked at Auguron and added, “Both of you.”

“But, sir!” The pale red Mandalorian stepped forward. “The state dinner is for Mandalorians and esteemed guests only!”

“Then, they are my esteemed guests.”

“But—!”

“Radika.” You heard the underlying warning in Din’s tone and the pale red Mandalorian — Radika — bowed her head, but you caught the way her helmet twisted toward you in an aggressive motion.

Din turned back to you and asked, “Would you like to… take a walk with me?”

“Sir,” one council member meekly piped up, “we haven’t finished our meeting.”

Din hesisted and sighed, “Right.”

You offered gently, “Later, perhaps.”

He nodded and asked the green Mandalorian to show you and Auguron to guest chambers. 

“So, was that better or worse than what you expected?” Auguron asked you as you settled into your rooms. You two had been brought to rooms that were connected, which made you feel a little relieved that you had your friend so close. 

“I’m not even sure what to make of it.” Then, you said, “But I didn’t spontaneously combust on the spot, so that’s always a win.”

“Better, then!”

You snickered and shook your head. One of the Mandalorians had fetched the limited luggage the two of you brought. You hadn’t planned to extend your stay, or stay at all, but you had messaged Mr. Leetgil and asked if it was okay to do so. He responded with his usual barrage of cheerful exclamation marks that it was. 

“Seemed like you and Din were more than traveling partners and pseudo-coparents,” Auguron said. 

“I… it’s not like that.”

“Really? Then why did it seem like he wanted to break my hand when I held yours?”

“He didn’t—”

The look Auguron gave you made you think he thought you were massively dense. You avoided his eyes and sighed. “He’s just protective,” you muttered lamely and Auguron raised his hands in surrender.

“I’ll bet you fifty credits that you two will kiss by the end of our stay.”

You felt a flash of annoyance — if he was so insistent that there was something there then… “You’re on.”

“Can’t wait to make back some money I lost in sabacc.”

The two of you passed your time in your room, finding some books written in Basic that you read to each other. It turned out that, as guests on Mandalore, there wasn’t a ton to do. The Mandalorians ran efficiently and seemed to need little to do with either of you. Neither of you wanted to just roam the halls, so this was the best solution. 

“Hey, look, it’s a Mando’a-to-English dictionary,” Auguron said as he reentered from his room, waving the text around. “I’ve been wanting to look up that word Din called you. What was it again?”

“‘Cyar’ika,’” you replied. “Let me look too, he never told me what it meant.”

“Maybe it means ‘irritant.’”

“Rude.”

The two of you leafed through, eyes darting through pages and pages of words. Can’gal [CAHN-gahl]: starfighter, cuir [COO-er]: four, cuyanir [coo-YAH-neer]: survive, cyare [SHAH-ray]: beloved, loved, popular. 

Your jaw dropped when you found what you were looking for. 

Cyar’ika [shar-EE-kah]: darling, sweetheart.

Auguron clearly saw it too because he whooped, “Easiest fifty credits I’ll ever make!”

There was a knock at your door, and you quickly closed the book and called for whoever it was to come in. Din stepped over the threshold, glancing between the two of you on your bed. “Is now a good time for the walk?”

“Absolutely,” you said, needing to get away from Auguron’s smug simper. Din offered your friend a simple, terse nod as he let you pass first and followed you out. Almost shyly, Din fell into step next to you and offered his arm. You took it and let him lead you through the halls and to a garden area. 

He brought you to the center, guiding you to a stone bench under a shady tree. He sat beside you, and the two of you were quiet for a moment. Then, you both piped up. 

“I—”

“How—?”

You both stopped and laughed a little. You felt a smile creep onto your face; you missed his laughter. “You first,” he said. 

“How are you?”

“I’ve been busy,” he said. 

“I can see,” you said, looking around the bio-dome. “It’s really incredible, what you’ve managed to do.”

He cleared his throat bashfully, seemingly at a loss for words. Then, remorsefully, he said, “I’m sorry that I didn’t keep up.”

You reached to place your hand on his, but Din moved it. You felt your heart sink for a moment before it lightened again when you watched as he slipped his gloves off. He positioned his hand and you laid yours over it. “Life happens, Din, it’s okay.”

He shook his head. “I wanted to. I really did.”

“I know, I did too. It’s alright, Din.”

He sighed and you finally decided to ask, “Did you know that I worked as a potter? Is that why you asked for the clayware?”

“Truthfully, no. My advisors suggested I get new dinnerware as a show of respect for the first full-sized state dinner.” He added quickly, “But I’m not surprised that you do. I know that you used to make clay pots with your father on Alderaan.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He remembered. He continued, “I’m glad that I did, though, because it brought you here.” The unspoken words lingered in the air: Back to me. 

You looked up at him through your lashes and bit down on your lip. You inhaled and said, “I really missed you, Din.”

“I missed you too, cyar’ika.”

“I, uh, finally looked up what that meant.”

He stiffened a little and let out an uncharacteristically feeble “Oh.” Then, slowly, he said, “If you feel uncomfortable, I’ll stop—”

“No! I… I like it.”

He nodded and you could feel the intensity of his gaze through his visor. Another silence fell over you, but it felt heavy with some sort of tension. Din broke it after a while. “Can I… ask you a question?”

“You just did,” you said cheekily. You could feel his eye roll. 

“Who’s the man you traveled here with?” 

“Auguron?” Din nodded and you answered, “He’s my colleague, obviously, and was one of my first friends on Coruscant.”

“You two aren’t…?”

You furrowed your brow before it dawned on you what he was asking. “No! No, not at all. We’re not…”

Din bobbed his head along and said, “Good.”

Your face warmed, and you peeked back down at your hand on top of his. Din followed your stare and adjusted his hand, moving it to intertwine your fingers. Your pulse thrummed in your throat. 

“Cyar’ika?” he breathed out. You held his gaze and his hand slid out of yours languidly, and you watched in complete and utter shock as he reached for the bottom of his helmet. 

There was no way this was happening. You had long wondered what his face looked like under the helm. You knew that it wouldn’t matter, that you would still feel strongly for him no matter what, but you allowed yourself to fantasize about it. Your mind conjured up all sorts of combinations of features, cobbling together features to create multiple results. The pneumatic hiss sounded so loud as you looked on in rapture and anticipation.

Maker.

He was even more beautiful than you imagined, all pink lips and strong nose and dark, soulful eyes that gazed back at you with a sort of tender intensity that made you burn from the inside out. “Kriff,” you whispered.

Din glanced at you self-consciously. “I…”

You raised your hands and asked, “Can… Can I…?” He nodded wordlessly and you cupped his face gently. “You’re… you’re incredible, Din. Inside and out.” 

He swallowed heavily and shifted closer to you. “So are you.” 

You swiped your thumb across his cheekbone, still marveling at him. At all that he was. 

“May I kiss you, cyar’ika?”

Your voice was barely audible. “Yes.”

Din’s mouth slotted against yours, warm and soft. Your eyes slid closed, and you readjusted to press closer against him. His hands fell to your waist and drew you nearer. He was all around you, enveloping you in a comfortable heat that was so him. So Din. Your Din. 

You reluctantly parted as your lungs begged for air, breath coming out in light pants. You were somewhat relieved that Din was much the same, eyes dark and half-lidded. You pitched forward, resting your forehead on his shoulder as you both caught your breath. His chest rumbled a little as he chuckled and he pressed his lips to the crown of your head reverently. “Mesh’la,” he said. “Beautiful.”

You closed your eyes and soaked in Din’s scent, earthy and a little metallic. It suited him. You finally summoned the strength to lift your head and you grinned dopily at him. “Hi.”

He chuckled again, “Hi.”

A voice rang through the gardens. “Mand’alor?” You recognized that voice more than you would have liked to. Din slid his helmet back on, much to your disappointment, as Radika came barreling over. You didn’t miss the way her helmet swung towards you with a clear malice. “Where have you been?”

“Here,” Din said and you tried badly to stifle a snort. 

“Well, you need to decide the menu for tomorrow.”

Din, though he kept his tone polite, was clearly annoyed as he sighed, “Why didn’t we address this in the meeting before?”

“You were a little distracted by something.”

Din huffed, saying, “This is my personal guest, Radika. Watch your tone.”

“Mand’alor—”

“I will discuss the menu but not here and not with you.”

You heard the crackle through her vocoder, as if she wanted to speak, but she just turned sharply on her heel and stormed out. “You could’ve gone,” you said. “I wouldn’t have minded, and the state dinner is important.”

“Not as important as you,” he responded swiftly. “And I won’t tolerate any disrespect to my cyar’ika.”

If he kept this up, you wondered if you’d just melt into a puddle. Then, a realization dawned on you and you cursed softly. Din looked at you in concern, asking if anything was wrong. You shook your head. “Not really, but I owe Auguron fifty credits.”

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The Armourer: "The songs of eons past foretold of the Mythosaur rising up to herald a new age of Mandalore. Sadly, it only exists in legends"

Me: *suddenly gets a foreboding feeling and remembering Din's unfortunately habit of being the main character and how good he is with animals* There's no fucking way

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